Puck had an uneasy feeling leaving Eve and Jupiter in the little Heaven, but in some instances he knew he could only work well on his own, and this time, time was not on their side for him to to do otherwise. The two now had Goober with them, and he trusted that between the three they could take care of the mumbling satanic four. All of the witches had conveyed their bleak biographies, but disappointingly no-one had really seemed to recall or know any important information, namely: how Romulus could be located.
And so Puck’s first port-of-call-portal was going back to Eve’s apartment house where he intended to search through Violet, Peter, Leticia and Bryan’s belongings for clues about the fiend Romulus.
Back in the real world, he had found that his golden Mercedes had been keyed - every panel was scratched with either a random occult symbol or a phallus deeply engraved in the sparkling enamel. The cartoons were the kind you see on subway walls drawn with a simplistic ball and stick design. Not wanting to attract attention to himself Puck glamoured the car to hide the damage - a short-term solution as this veil of cover would only last a few hours at best.
When he arrived he found Needles sitting out the front by the entrance, waiting for Eve’s return.
“Have you got five minutes Buddy?” said Puck gently to the forlorn Fae, who seemed to be in-absentia once again.
Pine-Needles adored Puck, and the endearment was becoming mutual. He stood up and instantly the small dwarf’s aura brightened.
“Lets take a look inside” said Puck … “we’ve got some exploring to do … and perhaps you could fill me in on what has happened here?”
Pine-Needles looked centuries younger in an instant. It had been a very long time since he had a friend that spoke kindly to him.
As they entered the building Puck could see a thousand faces or more of the demonic Romulus plastered here, there, and everywhere, up and down the entry walls. Astral signatures - similar to the medallions of old were fastened to the ceiling and floors and fixtures - and, all of these faces appeared ‘alive’, which seemed to imply there was a consciousness staring out from them - each and every one of them. Their eyes followed Puck and Needles, their noses twitched when they passed by.
The small dwarf did not seem to notice, and being an etheric soul it was quite likely that he could not perceive them at all.
“Lady Eve was with you when the white bear came through the door, and then you all disappeared.” He stopped talking, and a tear dropped from his eye. “Is she now dead?” he asked pathetically.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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Back in the real world, he had found that his golden Mercedes had been keyed - every panel was scratched with either a random occult symbol or a phallus deeply engraved in the sparkling enamel. The cartoons were the kind you see on subway walls drawn with a simplistic ball and stick design. Not wanting to attract attention to himself Puck glamoured the car to hide the damage - a short-term solution as this veil of cover would only last a few hours at best.
When he arrived he found Needles sitting out the front by the entrance, waiting for Eve’s return.
“Have you got five minutes Buddy?” said Puck gently to the forlorn Fae, who seemed to be in-absentia once again.
Pine-Needles adored Puck, and the endearment was becoming mutual. He stood up and instantly the small dwarf’s aura brightened.
“Lets take a look inside” said Puck … “we’ve got some exploring to do … and perhaps you could fill me in on what has happened here?”
Pine-Needles looked centuries younger in an instant. It had been a very long time since he had a friend that spoke kindly to him.
As they entered the building Puck could see a thousand faces or more of the demonic Romulus plastered here, there, and everywhere, up and down the entry walls. Astral signatures - similar to the medallions of old were fastened to the ceiling and floors and fixtures - and, all of these faces appeared ‘alive’, which seemed to imply there was a consciousness staring out from them - each and every one of them. Their eyes followed Puck and Needles, their noses twitched when they passed by.
The small dwarf did not seem to notice, and being an etheric soul it was quite likely that he could not perceive them at all.
“Lady Eve was with you when the white bear came through the door, and then you all disappeared.” He stopped talking, and a tear dropped from his eye. “Is she now dead?” he asked pathetically.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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